Sunday, January 29th, 2012
The scene opens up backstage at the MGM Grand Garden Arena – Las Vegas, NV just following the conclusion of the NeWA pay-per-view event, Wrestle Classic 2012. In the background the faint sounds of celebration can be heard, as the camera comes around the corner and pans to a locker room door. The door then opens up and filling the room is SCW's new Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones, and his entire Entourage; Diana Roberts, "Big" B. Jones, Jimmy Mason, Tony Capicelli, and Maxwell Goldstein. Nick is seen popping open a bottle of champagne, and as a burst of champagne comes flying out from the bottle, Nick leaps up onto a bench in the locker room, lifts the bottle over his head and turns it down, drinking in as much as possible while also bathing himself in the rest of it. At the same time, Diana opens up another bottle, of what is clearly a much more expensive, higher end champagne, and proceeds to fill up a rose of crystal, before she passes them off to everyone else in the room. Nick hops down off the bench and grabs a glass as the excitement dies down for a moment as everyone raises their glasses.
Big B: In honor of my cousin, I would like to say a few words. This is a very exciting day in...
Tony: TO DA NEW CHAMP!!!
Everyone clinks together their glasses and B looks disappointed as nobody seems quite interested in hearing his speech. Everyone goes to sip back their expensive champagne, as Nick just pounds back the entire glass and proceeds to throw the crystal right into the wall, shattering into a tiny little pieces. Nick then grabs the remainder of the bottle and raises it up, with a quick cheers to everyone again before drinking straight out of the bottle. At that moment, Nick then turns and walks to the doorway, bottle in hand, and as the camera pans over, it is seen that standing there is SCW reporter Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Nick: Hey there Mounts, what can I do for you?
Rocky: Well Nick, you just pulled off a great, hard fought victory over an exceptional opponent in Blade Alexander in order to become the new SCW Heavyweight Champion. Can you tell me how you're feeling right now?
Nick: How do you think I feel? Of course I knew this day was soon coming, but the fact that it is now finally here makes it all worthwhile. How many of the clowns in SCW have we heard try to run their mouths about me? From the front office, to the wrestlers, to the fans, they all tried to convince themselves I was as good, as dominant as I knew I was, and was more than happy to tell them. But here we stand and just like I knew all along, I was absolutely, without a doubt, one hundred percent correct. I'm the SCW Champion, just as I said I would be, and I will continue to be for as long as I feel like it, because none of these losers stand a chance in the ring with me.
Rocky: And after such a great bout, how do you feel about your opponent tonight? You both had some very harsh words for each other before this match, but did the close match change your mind at all?
Nick: Honey, I don't know what match you were watching out there, but there was nothing close about it. I had that match under control from the moment the bell ring until the second the refs hand hit that mat for the third time. It was never in any doubt. Blade is nothing, a nobody, and now that I am done kicking his ass, he'll go back to being just that from here on out. Frankly, I don't ever even expect to hear from that loser ever again.
Rocky: Well actually, the rumors coming into your match tonight was that the loser would challenge...
Nick: Oh, would you just zip it for a minute there Ms. Heavy Tits, the SCW champ is trying to speak here.
Rocky: That's actually Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Nick: Yeah, whatever. Listen, I've got some celebrating to do with those who knew what I was and what I was going to do. I don't need to waste any more of my time with some lackey of a company who did everything in its power to keep me from achieving my destiny. So if you don't mind...
At that moment, before Nick can even finishing his sentence, their conversation is interrupted by the arrival of SCW Co-Owner and close friend to Nick, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, who shows up with two more bottles of champagne, one in each hand. One of the bottles is already opened, which he reaches out and clinks to cheers against Nick's bottle.
HS: To the champion!
Both men lift their bottles and take a big swig out of them. They both go to walk back into the locker room, but Ms. Rocky Mountains quickly stops Mark before he has a chance to go inside.
Rocky: Mr. Ward, if you have a minute, I just have one quick question for you. Aren't you worried about how something like this will be viewed, that on the same night as an SCW show was taking place, you drove out here in order to celebrate with the new SCW Champion, who also happens to be an old friend of yours?
HS: I don't know what you're getting at here, but just remember who signs your paychecks. Listen, I'm more than happy for every one of our great competitors who reaches their goal and achieves championship gold in SCW. As the co-owner, I like to show my appreciation for their hard work, and that's why I'm here to show that for our newest champion. There's nothing more to it than that, and I would do the same regardless of who it was that won the title. Now if you would excuse us, this is a private party.
Hot Stuff takes one step inside of the locker room and while Rocky seems to want to walk after him to ask one more question, Mark slams the door behind him right in her face. The sound of blaring music kicks on as the sounds of clinking bottles and screaming cheers are heard from inside of the locker room as the scene fades out.
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One day later...
The scene opens up on the casino floor of the MGM Grand, where SCW Champion Nick Jones is seen walking through, accompanied by the entirety of his entourage. Nick and Diana walk arm in arm, as Tony and Big B are on either side of them, and Max and Jimmy are a few steps behind, seeming to talk amongst themselves about some more business related topics, while the others recap the prior nights events. As they are walking through, the conversation can be picked up a bit of the way through.
Nick: And I was just setting him up the whole time. These idiots think he nearly had me, but that was the whole point. Just like the morons watching, that dipshit thought he had me right where he wanted me, and the second the opportunity presented itself, BAM! He learned first hand why I call that little move, "Better Than You".
Tony: Yeah, it sure was great boss. You's had dat guy on his heels da whole freakin' time. He neva' stood a chance.
Big B: Really? I don't know cuz, I was kind of scared you were going to lose for a while there.
Every one of them walking together comes to a stop and simultaneously turn and look at Big B with a look of confusion on how he would possibly say such a thing. The only exception of that is Nick, who stares at B looking rather displeased with him. Nick then takes his index finger and waves B over to him.
Nick: Come over here, cuz.
Big B walks over, seeming unaware of everyone's reaction to his statement. As B gets close to Nick, stepping within arms reach, Nick simply smacks him right upside the head!
Nick: Shutup!
Nick then turns around and looks to see they've reached their apparent destination, as the group of them are now standing outside of the casino's sports betting bar. Nick puts his hand up towards the ground, indicating for them all to stay put.
Nick: You guys hold up for a minute, I've got a little financial transaction to take care of. I'll be right back, stay here.
Nick then turns and walks into the area and heads straight up to the main desk of the betting area. Standing behind there is a bookie who seems to be somewhat busy and distracted with some other things. Nick stands there for just a moment before clearly becoming annoyed by his waiting. Nick then docks on the desk to get the man's attention. The bookie stops what he's doing for just a moment, looks up from his work to see Nick standing there, and doesn't even say a word before returning back to what he was doing. Nick clearly looks very displeased at this point and that comes across very clear in the tone of his voice.
Nick: Hey... buddy!
The bookie stops his work again for a moment and looks up at Nick with a sort of sideways glance, clearly looking less than happy himself.
Bookie: What?
Nick: How about you do your job and help me out here?
Bookie: Yeah... in a minute.
With that, the bookie again returns to his work as Nick's anger seems to only grow. However, in what was probably the best case scenario for all involved, it seems the bookie was almost done, as he wraps up what he was doing and looks up at Nick.
Bookie: How can I help you?
Nick: I'm here to collect my winnings on a bet.
Bookie: Oh yeah? What'd you bet on?
Nick: What kind of question is that? Me! What else?
Bookie: And who the hell are you?
Nick, before saying another work, reaches into his bag and pulls out his newly won SCW Heavyweight Championship belt. Nick then throws it over his shoulder with a big smile on his face.
Nick: This is who the hell I am.
Bookie: What is that, some sort of boxing or MMA thing?
Nick: It's the SCW Heavyweight Championship!
The bookie looks at Nick with a blank stare, clearly having no idea what he's talking about.
Nick: Professional wrestling, dumbass.
Bookie: Geez, they'll let people bet on anything, huh?
The bookie then turns his attention over to his computer station and starts typing some things in, while Nick looks rather annoyed by his last comments. It doesn't help matters as the bookie starts to ask questions of Nick, without ever looking back up at him.
Bookie: Name?
Nick: Are you kidding me? Nick Jones!
Bookie: Yeah, great. You got the paperwork for your bet and a photo ID, Mick?
Nick: It's NICK you idiot, Nick with an N.
Bookie: Right, so you got your stuff or not?
Nick: Yeah, hold on.
Nick goes reaching back into his bag, while the bookie now looks annoyed at the idea that he now has to wait. After a few moments, Nick pulls out some paperwork and puts it up on the counter, along with his drivers license. The bookie grabs both without saying another word and starts typing some things in. After a few moments, he gets a bit of a look of shock on his face, before speaking again.
Bookie: That's one hell of a bet.
Nick: And more importantly, one hell of a win.
The bookie nods approvingly and after finishing some things off on the computer, prints out a page. He then drops it on the counter in front of Nick along with a pen.
Bookie: Sign that.
Nick barely even glances at the page and quickly makes a quick scribble on it before pushing it back across to the bookie. Without another word the bookie gets up from his seat and heads back to a vault area behind him. After a few moments of waiting, he emerges, with a bag in his hand and while how much is inside cannot be seen, it seems to be rather well filled. The bookie walks back over to the counter and plops the bag down onto the counter in front of the Nick.
Bookie: There you go, pal. There's your big winnings.
Nick grabs the bag and goes to turn and walk away, but stops for a moment and opens up the bag. He looks inside and can be seen counting to himself and at some point stops and a look of confusion comes across his face. He then turns back around and puts the bag back down on the desk.
Nick: This isn't all of it.
Bookie: Yeah it is.
Nick: No... it isn't. Count it again, there's some missing.
Bookie: I counted it twice, and this is what I do, I'm telling you, it's right. This is how much is in there.
The bookie tags the paperwork Nick signed a moment earlier and pushes it back across to Nick and points to a number at the bottom. Nick goes to say something but then stop and takes a closer look at the paper and seems even more confused.
Nick: That's what's in there, but... that's not right!
Bookie: Yeah it is. That's your winnings minus the juice.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about? What juice?
Bookie: You took out a loan with the casino, that doesn't come without a price. You got to pay juice on that loan.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about? I made the bet on the day of the match, won the match and thus the bet. I never even really owed any money, so what the hell am I paying interest on?
Bookie: That ain't the way the sports gambling works buddy. Hate to have to break it to you. You probably should have paid a little more attention when you made the bet. That's just the way it is. There's nothing either of us can do about it now, so just take your money and know better for next time.
Nick: Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen. You're going to get me the rest of my money right now.
Bookie: Yeah right, I don't think so.
Nick: This is not up for discussion, go get my money... NOW!
The bookie now clearly looks less than pleased himself and gets up out of his chair and leans over, getting close into Nick's face.
Bookie: Listen tough guy, cut the crap. I think it's about time you turn your ass around and walk out of here before we've got a problem.
Nick: Oh, it's way too late for that, tough guy.
Without even turning back towards them, Nick simply lifts his hand and snaps his finger back in the direction of the Entourage. With them knowing exactly what that means, Diana, Jimmy and Max all stay put, while Tony and Big B immediately turn and make a bee-line straight towards Nick. The two then walk up onto either side of Nick and stand there, arms folded across their chests.
Tony: Ya gots a problem here, boss?
Nick: I don't think we will for much longer. Now you want to go get me the risk of my money, punk?
Bookie: Nah, I don't think I do.
With that, the bookie reaches over and pushes a button located on his desk as a smirk comes across his face. Within a matter of moments, all three of Nick, Tony and B find themselves surrounded by a half dozen casino security members, all bigger the next and all of them bigger then even Nick, Tony or B, seeming to all be at least 7 feel tall and 300 lbs a piece. Nick immediately looks up at the men surrounding him and then takes a step back away from the desk and addresses the bookie again.
Nick: Well I guess I just need to figure out this whole interest situation for the future. I appreciate your time in helping figure this out.
As Nick backs off, Big B joins him in doing the same, while Tony stands there, glaring at the men surrounding him and not moving an inch.
Tony: Nah boss, I ain't thinkin' we needs to be goin' anywhere. I think dese guys need to gets you ya money.
Nick: I appreciate that, but...
Tony: I ain't intimidated by nobody, boss.
Nick stares at Tony not quite believing what he's seeing as Tony clearly seems intent on not backing down from any of these men. Nick motions over towards Big B who quickly moves over and grabs Tony from behind, pulling him back. Tony seems to resist as B begins to slowly drag him back.
Nick: Don't sweat it Ton, we're just going to be the bigger men here tonight.
With the clear indication that his boss wants to end this, Tony stops his resistance and moves back with Big B and then rejoins Nick as all three men then proceed to leave the area of the casino, never taking their eyes off the group of security, who return their stares the entire way. As Nick and his men rejoin the rest of the entourage, all 6 of them quickly turn and walk off out of sight, as the bookie gets a big smile across his face and laughs to himself.
Bookie: Yeah right. If they really were the bigger men, they sure as hell wouldn't have ran away with their tails between their legs.
The group of security men laugh with the bookie and all give him high-fives as they walk off to head back to their normal routines as the scene fades.
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Later that day...
The scene opens up inside of a small local bar in Las Vegas, Nevada, SCW's home town and the sight of it's upcoming supercard, Blaze of Glory. Seated at a table near the bar, are two fairly recognizable faces, SCW Champion Nick Jones and SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. As the audio kicks up, Nick can just be heard finishing up the story of his encounter with the bookie to Mark.
Nick: I mean, can you believe that crap?
HS: That's crazy. I never figured you for the running scared type.
Nick glares at Mark, who responds with a bit of a smirk.
Nick: Real funny, limey. There's a difference between being tough and being dumb. Besides, they're Vegas security guards, you know as well as I do they were probably armed to top it all off.
HS: You've got a point there, and to think Tony was still ready to roll. At least you know you're getting your moneys worth.
Nick stops for a moment and seems to be thinking about that, before nodding assuredly.
Nick: That's a hell of a point, but my investment would have gone right down the toilet if I let him go against all of those guys on his own. I'd much rather have him around watching my back considering all the punks these days who are just looking to jump me from behind, knowing they could never take me out face to face.
HS: There's certainly truth to that, and we both know that thing...
Mark points to the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt laying across the table in front of them.
HS: ... is only going to make that situation that much worse.
Nick: Yeah, maybe so, although you're not exactly helping my cause either, buddy boy.
Mark returns a confused stare to Nick, not quite sure what he's getting at.
HS: And how exactly is that, yank?
Nick sits up in his seat a bit, taking a quick sip of his beer and leaning forward and looking much more serious before continuing.
Nick: JT, I'm sorry... "Justin" Underwood? Really Mark? Are you trying to drive me insane? Each and every week you're bringing another guy into the fold who's got a beef with me. Meanwhile, I'm supposed to act like we're all on the same side here. What the hell are you thinking?
Mark sits up a bit himself, and takes a long drink of his beer, seeming to try to delay his response as long as possible as he thinks of what to say. After finishing off the bottle, Mark takes a deep breath and delays another moment before finally responding.
HS: What do you want me to tell you, yank? These days, it's not exactly easy to find anyone around here who you don't have a problem with.
Nick: Oh ha ha ha, very freakin' funny. Since when do you have any room to talk as far as that goes? If I'm not mistaken, the reason we're dealing with clowns like Spike and Jordan to begin with is because of your beef with them. And best of all, you make sure all of your problems become my problem. First it was those two, now it's your issues with Kain turns into him getting a shot to become the #1 contender for this baby.
Nick pats his hand on his title belt.
Nick: Yet the entire time while I'm the one guy who has always had your back, I've got to deal with you bringing one of these born losers after another who want their shot at me, and I'm supposed to act like I don't have to watch my back even amongst our supposed allies now?
HS: Hey, you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I'm just trying to help you out there pal.
Mark has a bit of a smirk on his face with his last comment, but Nick's lack of amusement causes him to move on quickly.
HS: Listen, none of this has anything to do with your past with these guys, and we're not going to let it interfere with anything. I've had my own problems with these guys in the past and in the end, it's all about finding guys who are looking to achieve the same goal as us. Rix was going to be that guy if not for his health troubles, and hopefully he gets better soon and when he does, he will be that guy again. And now, Justin is one of those guys too. While it would be great for me and you to take this all on ourselves, week after week we see Spike and Jordan running off and recruiting more guys to try to take us out, since they know they can't do it themselves, and in the end we need someone to help even the numbers. So unless you want to be double-booked to face those two in a tag match with me and defend your title, I don't really care what you think of the guys you bring in, because like it or not, you're just going to have to learn to live with it.
Nick: Well I guess you've got a point there, in the end our past with someone doesn't matter, we just need those guys who we think will have our backs, right?
HS: Exactly.
Nick: Not a bad idea. Well then maybe I should give your old pal Billy a call, and see if he'd like to show up and team up with us. How does that sound to you?
Mark's demeanor now changes to a more annoyed one to match that of Nick with that last remark.
HS: Watch it. You think that's funny?
Nick: Oh, what's the problem? You don't like that? Oh, I guess it's only a problem when it's a someone that YOU have issues with. Well that, and you know, has beaten you over... and over... and over...
HS: Keep it up, and I'll be the one beating your ass over and over.
Nick and Mark both stare at each other for a moment, neither flinching and both looking very serious. That is until the waitress comes by and drops off two new bottles of beer. At that point a smile cracks across both of their faces and they each sit back in their chairs and grab their new beer bottle and watch the waitress as she walks off from the table.
HS: One of these days I'm really going to crack you right in the jaw, yank.
Nick: You better shake off some of that ring rust against those fellow washed up old hacks of yours before you start messing with the champ.
Both men laugh and clink their beers together as they go back to drinking.
Nick: But seriously, the past is the past, but just make sure your boys keep themselves in line.
HS: Don't you worry about that, you'll never have to watch your own back as long as you're with me. That said, don't be surprised if you ever get a little challenge of a little friendly competition for that belt of yours.
Nick just shrugs in response to that, not really having much to say. Before they continue any further, a man goes walking by the table who stops right as he gets by them and leans in closer, taking a look at Mark. Mark shoots the man a sideways glance and after a moment, addresses the situation.
HS: Can I help you?
Man: You're "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, aren't you?
HS: In the flesh.
The look on the man's face changes from curiosity to excitement as he moves in closer.
Man: Oh man, I am such a huge fan of yours! Have been since way back in the day. I was watching you back when you were in ASFW through your domination in both GCW and GXW. You were the greatest World Champion of all time, man!
Without another word said, Nick immediately interjects.
Nick: Well close, second greatest.
The man seems annoyed by the interruption of Nick and turns to him with a glare.
Man: Who the hell are you?
Nick's face starts to turn red as a pure look of angers comes across his face. Nick then snatches his title belt off the table, holding it towards the man standing next to them.
Nick: THIS is who the hell I am!
Man: Oh, um... cool. What title is that?
Nick: It's the SCW Heavyweight Championship, dumbass.
Man: SCW?
The man then turns back to Mark.
Man: Isn't that little indy fed you just opened up here in Vegas?
HS: That it is.
Man: Oh.
The man then turns back to Nick and begins to speak in a rather sarcastic tone.
Man: Well congrats to you on your little indy title, big guy!
The man then slaps Nick across the back, at which moment a look of rage and fury comes across the face of Nick. Nick immediately goes to stand, but Mark quickly reacts, leaning forward and pushing Nick in the chest back down into his seat. Mark then kicks Nick in his leg to grab his attention and glares at him. Nick glares back, but clearly understanding what Mark is getting at, sits back into his chair, despite that look of anger never leaving his face. Mark then turns back to the man, who seems to be oblivious to all that is going on.
HS: Well thanks for stopping by and saying hey, and you should definitely try to make it out to a show sometime. We're in the area, or you can catch us online. Here's a card with our website...
Mark pulls out a business card and hands it to the man.
HS: You can catch the show on there, or check out the schedule of upcoming shows and buy your tickets.
The man looks down at the card and nods his head approvingly.
Man: Ok cool, thanks Mark. Great to meet you!
HS: You too, man.
The man turns and walks away while Mark immediately turns his attention back to Nick who, arms folded across his chest, still seems to be steaming mad.
HS: Listen, I get it, but I can't be letting you jump every fan we have that pisses you off, or we'll be in front of empty crowds every night.
Nick: Yeah, yeah... although you have no idea how much I would love to wipe the shit-eating grin off of that stupid chubby bastards face.
HS: And you and I both know you could do it without batting an eye, so what's it matter. You could destroy that guy with your pinky, but it's not going to get you anywhere other than having the cops show up, some fan suing you, and Christian probably fining your ass. Not to mention the money SCW will lose by not getting this idiot to show up and buy tickets, merchandise and everything else.
Nick: Whatever you say, limey.
HS: You know I'm right, now let's get the hell out of here, we've got a big show coming up next week, our biggest yet, and I've got way too much work to do to be sitting around here drinking beers with your ass, including my first match in years.
Nick: Alright, let's roll. And I take it since you're the boss and I'm the employee, this will go down as a company expense?
Mark rolls his eyes before pulling out his wallet and throwing down a few twenties to cover the bill and the tip as both men get up from their seats and finish up their bottles of beer before dropping them back down on the table. Mark goes to turn and leave first, but stops as he sees Nick standing there and staring across the bar at the wrestling fan they encountered earlier. Mark then walks over and grabs Nick by the arm, getting his attention and starting to pull him away.
HS: Come on man, let it go. Let's just get out of here.
Nick nods in response and then grabs his title belt off the table and follows Mark out the front door. The two men step outside and as they go to head to their cars, Nick suddenly stops and turns to Mark.
Nick: Ah crap, I think I forgot my wallet inside. Here, hold this, I'll be right back.
Nick tosses Mark his title, as Mark just rolls his eyes at Nick, clearly not believing what he just said, but Nick simply ignores him as he turns and heads right back into the bar. As the door closes behind him and Mark out of view, Nick makes a bee-line across the bar and heads straight towards the man he was talking to before. As Nick reaches him, the man sees him and starts talking to his friends who were there with him.
Man: Oh yeah, this is the guy I was telling you guys about before, he's some sort of silly little champion of some sort. Show him the belt, that piece of junk is so funny.
The man laughs with his friends, and without saying a word, Nick simply grabs him by the back of the head and smashes the guy face first into the bar, busting his nose and immediately sending blood spewing out of it like a fountain. The man drops to the ground, holding his face screaming in pain. The man's two friends seem to hesitantly look ready to stand up for their friend, but don't look overly anxious to make the first move on a man far bigger than either of them. Nick shoots a quick glare in their direction as he sees their readiness.
Nick: Don't even think about it, assholes.
Nick then bends down over the man and gets real close, yelling right into his face.
Nick: The name is NICK JONES, SCW CHAMPION... and don't you forget it dipshit!
Nick then nails the man with a quick kick to the ribs before turning and walking away. As he gets a bit away from him, the man's friends quickly scramble to help him back up to his feet, as the rest of the bar watches in near silence. Nick then walks straight out the front door and sees Mark standing there with his belt, shaking his head. Nick grabs his belt back from Mark and then looks at him innocently.
Nick: What??
HS: You just couldn't leave it alone, could you?
Nick: I have no idea what you're talking about.
HS: Yeah whatever, now you know that idiot is never going to show up to an SCW show.
Nick: Maybe not as a paying costumer, but the good news is now you've got another got who hates me that you can try to recruit to join up on our side.
Mark can't help but laugh at Nick's last comments as he shakes his head.
HS: Well it's never a dull moment hanging around with you, I'll give you that much.
Nick: That's why I'm the big money draw. Good luck with that training session with the ole inbred, be sure to tell him I said "howdy".
HS: I'm sure he can't wait to hear you're thinking of him.
The two share another laugh as they give each other and quick high-five and head back to their own separate cars as the scene fades out.
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Friday, February 17th, 2012
The scene opens up backstage at the Palms Casino and Resort in Las Vegas, Nevada where SCW Head Report Pussy Willow is seen standing by with Nick Jones, who is wearing a wide grin and his SCW title over his shoulder. As the camera starts rolling, Pussy then takes that as her cue.
PW: Hello everyone, I'm Pussy Willow standing by backstage with SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones. Nick, I wanted to get your thoughts on the recent announcement regarding your main event match at SCW's next supercard event, Blaze of Glory. Are you aware of the match that has been made?
Nick: Of course I am, weren't you out there watching last week. That little punk Co-President of ours Christian made sure to inform me of a match at a point when and where everyone could see it happen.
PW: Well yes, but I was referring to...
As she clearly attempts to clarify her statement, referring to the change to the main event match, Nick is clearly far too preoccupied with his own thoughts to bother to listen, and talks straight through her.
Nick: I'm just not sure what he thinks he's accomplished. Sure, there was a brief moment of frustration that I would have to face that same loser again, but it all pissed. In hindsight, I realized I should be thrilled. I mean come on, I already tossed this guy around like it was nothing once, and that was before ever stepping into the ring with him and getting to know his idiotic tendencies. This time? It's going to be a walk through the park. I mean sure, the fact that they'll make me beat Blake's ass twice is a little tedious, but it's hardly much of a challenge still. In the end, I will undoubtedly walk out of that ring the same way I walk in, as SCW Championship. And there's not a damn thing Blakey boy can do about it.
PW: Well that's the thing, Blade Alexander is no longer your opponent for Blaze of Glory.
Nick looks completely confused as he turns to PW with his eyebrows raised.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about?
PW: Blade has left the SCW, so that match has been cancelled.
Nick: Of course he has, I shouldn't be surprised. You seeing a trend yet? Everyone out there who has to face my for this title knows what they're in for, and so they all go running off with their tail between their legs. First it was JT or "Justin" Underwood, who only came back once he knew we were on the same side, and now Blake. At least that kid had the balls to get into the ring with me once, but I guess once he saw how that went, having to get in there with me again, and get beat twice in the same match, it was too much for him to handle. I guess my night will be even easier than I thought that, as I'll be more than happy to sit back and accept my victory my forfeit.
PW: Well actually, that won't be the case, you have been booked in a new match for the main event of Blaze of Glory.
After hearing that, Nick's cocky smirk disappears and turns to a look of frustration.
Nick: There's a new match? Are you kidding me?!? Yeah, great of them to let me know that with a little notice. Shouldn't be surprised though, it was only a matter of time before Christian realized I was right that the Blake guy never stood a chance against me. Of course why would they bother to tell the champ about a change to his title defense? Is this new loser getting a shot at my title too?
PW: Well yes, but...
Nick: Ah, of course he does, so now Christian's going to try to find some new chump to beat me. Whatever, not like it matters. Compared to me, these guys are nothing but interchangeable parts, if I can beat one of these losers I can beat another one of them too.
PW: Well actually, it's not...
Nick: We can keep listening to all of the folks around the SCW blabber on all they want, but giving me one more person to show as incapable of beating me should only help to shut them all up. Everyone thinks they're better, but not a single person in this company has yet proven it. I'm sure whatever idiot it is thinks he's got a shot for me, but that will certainly change once he's standing across the ring from me. So who's the unlucky future loser anyway?
PW: Well you're facing Kain and...
Nick: Kain? What is this guy supposed to be some rip-off of WWE's big freakish burn victim? Give me a break. Just another guy who is destined for failure. Do I have to face this new idiot in a 2 out of 3 falls match?
PW: No, but...
Nick: Well at least that's a plus, I don't have to waste my time beating the same idiot twice. If they're going to do that, I'd rather just get more of these morons out of my way and beat two idiots once.
PW: Well it's funny you say that.
Nick immediately turns to Pussy and raises an eyebrow in curiosity.
Nick: And what exactly does that mean?
PW: Your new match is a triple threat match, against Kain AND Damon Synn.
Nick: WHAT?!? A triple threat? Oh, you have got to be kidding me. This douche Christian has gone too far this time. Yeah, by all means, change my opponent and then make it two, and of course don't even tell me. I'm getting sick and tired of this load of crap, and frankly I'm going to make both of these dipshits regret the day they ever agreed to step into the ring with me. This is complete nonsense, and now, instead of taking it easy on my loser opponent and walking through the match and hardly even putting any effort in on my way to victory, I'm going to beat the living hell out of both of those clowns, and neither one of them is going to be able to walk out of the ring. They'll have to be rolled out on a stretcher while I stand tall in the ring, with my ring raised over my head. I'm done putting up with this garbage, if people think they can keep trying to screw me over and getting away with it, then it's time for them to learn the hard way what it's like to deal with me when I'm not trying to be the nice guy.
Pussy Willow looks at Nick with confusion after his last comment, but before she can even say anything in response, Nick pushes her hand away from him and storms off out of the scene. As Nick is gone out of sight, she can then be heard muttering to herself.
PW: Nice guy???
Pussy Willow is seen shaking hear head while watching in the direction Nick stormed off as the scene fades to black.
